Nothing I do will ever truly satisfy her, but I try Every day, defeated and tired, Yet somehow still on display How have you been? How are the kids? Bet you're hoping they don't turn out like me How have you been? What are you majoring in? Damn, that sounds like a worthless degree Slightly degrading, condescension radiating in the tone Of the music that you know I wouldn't like And you wouldn't be wrong, I'm predictable in song At least I know who I am and what I write I won't be angry, so I'm keeping it neutral Controlling my breathing and making myself useful May not need men, does that mean I need women? Washing the dishes and folding the linens What is my role here, did I ever really know it? Am I playing something that someone else wrote? If life were too simple, I guess it'd be boring But god you could at least give a warning I'll be no fool Playing it cool If this is the new world, I'll be a cool girl